Innkeeper
Again, the inn isn't really like how it used to be where you'd get miners coming in wanting some food with their ale. Nowadays you just get plain ol' drunks coming in. Even the adventurers don't normally order anything fancy. You figure you'll just cut down on food shipments and jack the price up so only adventurers or perhaps the odd merchant will be willing to pay for a hot meal.
You also decide that Wendy is a pretty vital part of running this place, so you offer her the only thing you can think of that would keep her happy
"Less kitchen work and a free permanent room? Are you serious?" Wendy says in disbelief.
"If you want it. The catch is though, you'd be living here and need to make sure things are running smoothly on a regular basis, this means opening up the inn early, closing it down late, or whatever else is required."
"Pfft, I basically do that now."
"Perhaps, but now you'd get to live at a place rent free, not to mention you don't need to walk that far to work anymore. Now that should certainly alleviate some of your problems I trust?"
"Yeah, that would help a lot."
"Good, oh one more thing, I know you have kids, I really hope they won't be running all over the place bothering patrons."
"No, it won't be a problem. Y'know I had my doubts about you running this place and while I know me living here is going to make it more convenient for your own goals, thanks all the same."
"You're welcome." You say and feel positive that this decision is going to work out just fine.
A few months pass and your inn is making a little more money and you have a little more time for your academic goals. Things are nice for a little while, but as usual a problem crops up to make you life a lot more difficult.
Wendy's kids are little monsters. Not to you, but to just about everyone else. Wendy tries to keep them in line through screaming and beatings, but it doesn't work for long.
Her youngest Carl is a dirty little boy who is constantly trying to look up Eliza and Rita's dresses or touch them in some inappropriate way. If he can't get to them, the local trashy women who frequent the bar will do. Most of the time he tries to play it off like he doesn't mean anything, but he knows damn well what he's doing.
Wendy's daughter Annie is obviously taking after her with the same grasp of verbal swears. She swears so much you initially thought she had Rosette's Syndrome. Her mouth wouldn't really be a problem except she's loud and is always asking the inn guests strange questions (swearing the whole time of course).
Finally her oldest son, Henry is well on his way to be a future sociopath. The kid will sit in a corner watching everything and everyone with this creepy look like he'd murder everyone if he could. You've noticed that knives from the kitchen have been going missing and you never used to come across so many bloody cat heads in the alley before Wendy moved in. While you can't prove the animal killing or knife theft, you know for a fact that he's been fucking with Alan. For the past week you've noticed Alan limping, when you questioned him, he stated it was nothing, but on closer inspection you saw that his shoe was in a burned condition and he had a bruise on his neck. You question it further and Alan finally breaks down and tells you it was Wendy's son, but states that Wendy's son was just "playing" that it wasn't a big deal and he didn't want him getting into trouble.
That's the last straw for you. You and Wendy need to have another talk about this arrangement.
"Wendy I need to talk to you now."
"Can it wait HEY GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Wendy says shouting at one her little demons.
"That's exactly what we need to talk about."
"Wha oh fine."
You and Wendy step into the kitchen and you waste no time in expressing your concerns.
"Wendy you've been a great help her since you moved in, but it was my understanding that you were going to have your kids under better control than you have been."
"Hey this is the best all of them have been in ages! Besides they haven't been bothering you and business has been doing okay."
"Yeah, but at this rate I'm not sure how long that's going to last with how your kids have been acting lately. Your youngest is sexually harassing Eliza and Rita more than the lowest scum that drinks here. Your daughter is causing some the most hardcore adventurers feel uncomfortable. And your oldest son, hoo boy, you NEED to get that kid on a leash quick and instill some discipline into him because he's one twisted little pup."
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to fuckhead? You think you can tell me how to raise my goddamn kids? You think it's fucking easy? You don't have any, so fuck you! Shit, you ain't even got a woman, so I'm guessing you ain't gonna have to worry about it ever. Faggot."
"And who the hell do you think YOU'RE talking to? I'm your boss and I'm telling you need to get your kids in line! Alan just told me that your oldest son snuck down into basement and gave him a hotfoot while he was sleeping. When Alan predictably woke up, he nearly choked himself because your little psycho set up a wire noose around his neck tied to the table nearby."
"And you believed Alan?"
"Alan's a lot of things, but he's not a liar. If anything I had to drag the info out of him. He was afraid of getting your son in trouble, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was just afraid of your son period."
"(Sigh) Even if it is true. So what? That's just how boys play."
"That's how future murderers play. Look, I'm not arguing with you anymore. Your kids are a problem and you said they wouldn't be. So get your shit together or face the consequences."
"Fuck you, you gonna fire me? Pfft! Yeah right. Without me, you couldn't run this place and pursue your precious education at the same time. Hell, I doubt if you could run it period."
You also decide that Wendy is a pretty vital part of running this place, so you offer her the only thing you can think of that would keep her happy
"Less kitchen work and a free permanent room? Are you serious?" Wendy says in disbelief.
"If you want it. The catch is though, you'd be living here and need to make sure things are running smoothly on a regular basis, this means opening up the inn early, closing it down late, or whatever else is required."
"Pfft, I basically do that now."
"Perhaps, but now you'd get to live at a place rent free, not to mention you don't need to walk that far to work anymore. Now that should certainly alleviate some of your problems I trust?"
"Yeah, that would help a lot."
"Good, oh one more thing, I know you have kids, I really hope they won't be running all over the place bothering patrons."
"No, it won't be a problem. Y'know I had my doubts about you running this place and while I know me living here is going to make it more convenient for your own goals, thanks all the same."
"You're welcome." You say and feel positive that this decision is going to work out just fine.
A few months pass and your inn is making a little more money and you have a little more time for your academic goals. Things are nice for a little while, but as usual a problem crops up to make you life a lot more difficult.
Wendy's kids are little monsters. Not to you, but to just about everyone else. Wendy tries to keep them in line through screaming and beatings, but it doesn't work for long.
Her youngest Carl is a dirty little boy who is constantly trying to look up Eliza and Rita's dresses or touch them in some inappropriate way. If he can't get to them, the local trashy women who frequent the bar will do. Most of the time he tries to play it off like he doesn't mean anything, but he knows damn well what he's doing.
Wendy's daughter Annie is obviously taking after her with the same grasp of verbal swears. She swears so much you initially thought she had Rosette's Syndrome. Her mouth wouldn't really be a problem except she's loud and is always asking the inn guests strange questions (swearing the whole time of course).
Finally her oldest son, Henry is well on his way to be a future sociopath. The kid will sit in a corner watching everything and everyone with this creepy look like he'd murder everyone if he could. You've noticed that knives from the kitchen have been going missing and you never used to come across so many bloody cat heads in the alley before Wendy moved in. While you can't prove the animal killing or knife theft, you know for a fact that he's been fucking with Alan. For the past week you've noticed Alan limping, when you questioned him, he stated it was nothing, but on closer inspection you saw that his shoe was in a burned condition and he had a bruise on his neck. You question it further and Alan finally breaks down and tells you it was Wendy's son, but states that Wendy's son was just "playing" that it wasn't a big deal and he didn't want him getting into trouble.
That's the last straw for you. You and Wendy need to have another talk about this arrangement.
"Wendy I need to talk to you now."
"Can it wait HEY GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Wendy says shouting at one her little demons.
"That's exactly what we need to talk about."
"Wha oh fine."
You and Wendy step into the kitchen and you waste no time in expressing your concerns.
"Wendy you've been a great help her since you moved in, but it was my understanding that you were going to have your kids under better control than you have been."
"Hey this is the best all of them have been in ages! Besides they haven't been bothering you and business has been doing okay."
"Yeah, but at this rate I'm not sure how long that's going to last with how your kids have been acting lately. Your youngest is sexually harassing Eliza and Rita more than the lowest scum that drinks here. Your daughter is causing some the most hardcore adventurers feel uncomfortable. And your oldest son, hoo boy, you NEED to get that kid on a leash quick and instill some discipline into him because he's one twisted little pup."
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to fuckhead? You think you can tell me how to raise my goddamn kids? You think it's fucking easy? You don't have any, so fuck you! Shit, you ain't even got a woman, so I'm guessing you ain't gonna have to worry about it ever. Faggot."
"And who the hell do you think YOU'RE talking to? I'm your boss and I'm telling you need to get your kids in line! Alan just told me that your oldest son snuck down into basement and gave him a hotfoot while he was sleeping. When Alan predictably woke up, he nearly choked himself because your little psycho set up a wire noose around his neck tied to the table nearby."
"And you believed Alan?"
"Alan's a lot of things, but he's not a liar. If anything I had to drag the info out of him. He was afraid of getting your son in trouble, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was just afraid of your son period."
"(Sigh) Even if it is true. So what? That's just how boys play."
"That's how future murderers play. Look, I'm not arguing with you anymore. Your kids are a problem and you said they wouldn't be. So get your shit together or face the consequences."
"Fuck you, you gonna fire me? Pfft! Yeah right. Without me, you couldn't run this place and pursue your precious education at the same time. Hell, I doubt if you could run it period."